Markus Bajeir: A Short Story

Markus Bajeir was born in Phoenix, Arizona he spent his childhood years with his family gradually he turned fifteen. At this age he began to think of what he had in store for his future in life. Not being exactly sure what he wanted to spend his time doing, he thought of multiple careers such as law enforcement, veterinarian, and even a bus driver. All the jobs seemed like a good choice that he would be able to create a future for himself with though he kept his thoughts and doubts to himself. He continued to go to school getting good grades until he turned sixteen when his grades started going down, and he started spending time with a bad crowd. Every once in a while he would sneak behind the school to smoke a cigarette, or plainly to skip
Quickly they all ran towards their neighborhood which was a rather nice one, Markus ran home ahead of the other two still shocked at what he had did. Sneaking back into the house as it had been after midnight he sneaked up to his room, laying in his own bed, he fell asleep. The next morning when he awoke he walked downstairs meeting his father, David, speaking with a police officer at the door. David glanced over to his son as he came down the stairs, pausing his conversation with the police officer, he simply shook his head towards his son and turned his attention back to the police officer. Markus sat down at the dining room table without getting breakfast first watching his father and the officer have the conversation. Eventually the police officer left, and his father closed the door taking a seat next to his Markus at the dining table. Neither one of them spoke to one another, simply kept to themselves. It was at that point that Markus' road down had begun the following three years had been nothing but horrible for him, and